You told me to believe in miracles and I will. I'll believe that you will read this, that you'll remember that life we once shared.
When we were younger, all we had to fear was the darkness under our beds. What happens now, when we can no longer distinguish between the darkness and ourselves?
The agony of heartbreak... Sometimes we have to let go of what is killing us, even if it is killing us to let go.
With a smile eternally stained upon my lips, I will surrender to the pain. I will pay for letting the light get to me.